
Age: 18+ I usually re-blog stuff I like including NSFWđ so MINOR please be smart
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TW: Yandere Themes, Kidnapping, Sex, Fingering, Spanking, Homosexual Relationships, Bisexual Relationships,
TW: Yandere themes, kidnapping, sex, fingering, spanking, homosexual relationships, bisexual relationships, polyamory
MOTHER FUCKING GAY ASS MEN WHO SET THEIR SIGHTS ON YOU AND TURN YANDERE AND KIDNAP YOU AND DRAG YOU INTO THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO BE THEIR LITTLE SUBBY SUB.
You watch these men kiss each other. Love on each other. FUCK each other. And they bring you into the mix. Now, youâre in between these masculine and muscular bodies, just squirming because you havenât adjusted to this new dynamic yet.
One is in front of you, playing with your tits and pussy. The other is behind you, nipping at your neck and groping your ass and probably spanking you as well.
But what can you do? You can only lie there and moan, writhe, buck your hips, hope a finger curls over your clit and gives it a tiny smidge of attention.
You hide your face in the sheets, only for the one in front to grip your jaw and turn you back to look into his authoritative eyes.
âKeep those pretty eyes on me. Got it?â
And you whimper and nod. And the one behind you slips his fingers into your pussy, and the one in front rubs your clit. You end up coming sooooooooooo fucking hard that it takes you a couple of minutes to recover.
But theyâre not done yet. No, they still have to show you how BOTH of their cocks can fit in that tight and cute little pussy now that itâs all wet for them.
Say hello to your new life as the sub of two very dominant yanderes because youâre not going anywhere anytime soon.
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[Slasher Reader loses victim Yan in the woods]
Slasher Reader: Damn it...You always make me do this.... [Lifts up their mask slightly] Put your head on my shoulder~
[Nearby] "Hold me in your arms~... Shit"
[Slasher Reader, pulls their mask back down]
Victim Yan, leaping from the bushes: Oh fuck, oh fuck-
Slasher Reader: Squeeze me oh-so tight~ Wouldn't what you'd like me to do to you, sweetheart?
Victim Yan: Yes!-wait- No! Fuckfuckfuck - Why do you have to have the voice of an angel?!
would you still love me if i was a
[bavis gavis voice] happy post-white day you sick Fucks.
tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, fluff, crack treated seriously, inspired by fulgurâs white day stream, maybe canon compliant?
âââ シ ・ďžâ: *.â˝ .* :âďž. âââ
It takes Fulgur some time to weigh the question after you repeat it again. Even so, itâs less of the sweet thoughtfulness you were hoping for and more just trying to wrap his head around it.
Heâs so confused that not only does he look away from his computer screen, but he pivots his chair around entirely to face you. ââŚA worm.â
âYeah.â
"Like a pest? Or a vermin."
"If you wanna call them that, sure."
âWhy would you turn into a worm?â
âI dunno, maybe Iâm secretly Gregor Samsa?â
âWhat does Kafka have to do with anything?â He pinches the bridge of his nose. âYou spend a lot of time thinking about things that donât matter.â
âHey, it does too matter.â
âKafkaism is fiction that reflects the surrealism of reality. Weâre not fictional.â
âCap.â
âWhat do you mean, cap, Iâm a realâ oh, never mind.â He pinches his nose again, and this time you mustâve gotten under his skin, because he even lifts his glasses up to rest on his head as he looks at you. âWhy are you asking me about worms?â
âNo context allowed! Iâm suddenly a worm. Would you still love me, yes or no?â
âWhy would I have to answer? Youâre not turning into a worm.â
âYou donât know me.â
âWhââ Fulgur stares at you. âYes, I do?! I live with you!â
You look off to the side and smirk. âHeh. You donât even know about my double-life as a decomposer.â
âThe only decomposing you do is when you lay in bed for three hours on your phone.â
âFuu! Answer now!â
âNo comment!â
âYou are so unromantic!â
âYouâre just now realizing this?!â
.ă . ⢠â . ° .⢠°:. *â ° . â
This is ironic.
Delightfully so.
Not exactly as you imagined, however. Rather than a worm, right in front of you isâŚ
âPlease donât make this any worse than it is, Reader.â
A small seahorse, prostrated on the ground and somehow capable of breathing despite being very much above air. The gray ponytail and stubble around his snout was jarring, but thereâs no mistaking the lifeline of red around his eye.
You let out the fourth-loudest laugh of your life, effectively wrecking Fulgurâs request before you even accepted it.
You cackle for some time until your side hurts and you tear up. Seahorse Fulgur levitates up to eye-level (somehow??) as you wipe your watery eyes. âAre you still madâŚ?â
âMad?" You ask. "Why would I be mad?â
He hesitates. âThe worm thing?â
It takes you a moment to remember the conversation you had almost exactly a week ago. You havenât forgotten it nor how amused you were during it, but whoâs to say the feeling was mutual?
Your lips press together. Did you misread the situation? âNo, I wasnât mad at all. Itâs a silly question with silly answers.â
âOh.â Fulgur sounds almost as small as his seahorse body, just the right size to cup your hands around him. Your fingers serve as a headrest. "Well, now I feel silly, too."
"It's okay, I don't mind. It was funny watching you get confused even if I didn't get an answer." You pat him on the head with a finger. "I'd still love you even if you were a seahorse, though."
Fulgur shuts his eyes. "You're making fun of me."
"A little."
"Would you let up if I answered the worm thing?"
"Maaaaybe." You pat him on the head again. "It doesn't matter now, we just need to find Legatus."
"Well, I would," Fulgur admits.
"Pardon?"
"Even if you're a worm," the seahorse says. He lays flat along your palm, yet his tail stretches out, wrapping around the edge of your thumb. Can seahorses blush?
You'd like to put that question to the test. "Full sentences, please, Fuu."
"I'd love you even if you were a worm," Fulgur says, and even with a snout and two beady eyes, you can just hear the way he presses his lips together and averts his gaze, dedicated to whenever he says it and all the courage he has to muster to be honest.
If he knew how he had you wrapped around his finger when he gets this shy he'd never let you hear the end of it, and still never be able to abuse that privilege. He's true to himself, even if it's at the expense of his pride.
So the urge to tease passes. Instead, you lift your hand up to your lips, press a kiss onto your fingers, and poke him gently on the side of his face. "Let's get you fixed up, Fuu."
"Please." His tail tightens around your thumb. "I'm afraid if we wait any longer I might give birth."
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yami ai [yandere] - Hot Yandere Singles Near You
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synopsis: you click on a random pop-up ad and are visited by weird smiling man in suit.
genre: pure crack (like fr), fluff, tbh there's not really a plot
word count: 4.4k
warnings: implied stalking
Isnât insomnia just the worst? Like, seriously? Whatâs the point of being a human being with antiquated thoughts and impressive cognitive and motor skills when your brain fights you on the most basic stuff. For example, like sleeping!!
You mustâve refreshed YouTube and Twitter over a thousand times. Over 8 billion people in the world and thereâs no new content anywhere? You groaned and jumped back over onto Twitter, silently praying and pleading for something new to show up on your feed. Maybe a wacky billionaire got eaten by a mob of homeless people or maybe a news article about a Floridian doing something gross and outrageous and virtually impossible.
But nope. Nothing.
Not a single thing piqued your interest. You groaned again and looked at the time on your dimly lit phone. It was past 2 a.m. and you were bored out of your mind. You then lazily clicked on Google and sighed.
âMaybe someone posted a new fanfic over somethingâŚâ you hoped. And even if there wasnât a new fic uploaded youâll just read the old ones you favorited. Perhaps reading something might put you to sleep.
As you were scrolling through your favorite ship tags, you were startled by a pop up ad covering up 90% of the screen and flashing emojis.
âUgh⌠seriously?â you groaned. âThey should make ad-blockers on phones for this shit.â You squinted at the bright lettering emanating from your phone even though it was at the lowest brightness setting.
â ď¸(99+) Hot Yandere Singles NEAR YOUâ ď¸
YandereâsâŚ? Singles? Near me?
The pop-up ad had flashing peach, cherry, and eggplant emojis with a water splash emoji at the end to signify⌠well, youâre not sure what it was trying to signify. On the sides of the ad, it showed pictures of very gorgeous men and women, all striking suggestive poses. Underneath the title was a small summary that read. âThese lonely desperate yanderes wanna meet you! Theyâll most likely find you anyway, but wouldnât you rather be the honey to a bee instead of a fly? Try it NOW for FREE!! No hookups! No catfishes! No sign ups!â Then below that were a few empty boxes to fill out requiring your personal information.
"..."
Was this a porn ad?!
No way at 2:45 in the freaking morning did you just get a porn pop-up ad while googling mafia au fanfiction. This has to be some kind of joke. Maybe it was prank and someone was just fucking with you. And how and why would there be 99+ yanderes in your area?! You couldnât be surrounded by that many psychos. Could you? Whatever the case may be, it was now past 2 a.m. and as the rule of life states âNothing good happens after 2 a.m.â. You donât know if it was the lack of sleep or just reckless curiosity, but you gave your shoulders a shrug and mumbled a âfuck itâ as you put in your information. Your name, number, gender, age, preferred sex, email, and mailing address. As you clicked submit and continued scrolling, you gave very little thought about how this would go down.
On one hand, the ad turns out to be real and you get a partner out of this. Or
You get quartered, stalked, doxxed, and murdered like the dumbass you are for putting your personal info into a sketchy porno-like pop-up on Google.
Or, it turns out to be a prank and some asshole sitting in a basement has a good laugh at you.
Meh. Youâll deal with it in the morning.
*****
You were jolted awake with the sound of rapid knocking coming from your front door. You groaned into your pillow as you tried to ignore the person desperately wanting your attention from outside your apartment. You finally got some sleep only for it to get interrupted. Only minutes and minutes of continued knocking without any signs of letting up, you decide to get up and shoo away whoever it was. You wearily grabbed your phone to check the time.
8:02 a.m.
You huffed as you stormed towards the front door.
âIf this a fucking Jehovaâs Witness, I swear to godâŚâ you grumbled. You swung open the door and threw the person a harsh glare, only to be met with popping sounds as confetti flew in your face.
âGood morning, my dear darling~!! Are you ready to begin on the road to happiness and love?â the stranger shouted a far too happy tone for 8 in the morning.
You took a step back in shock, fully awake as you waved and dusted the confetti from your face and hair. You looked the strange man up and down. He was smiling ear to ear and wore an expensive looking suit to warm for the summer weather. A briefcase stood right beside him along with dozens of other party poppers and a white plastic bag filled with brown bottles with oddly enough no labels on them. You looked at the manâs face. He was surprisingly attractive and without a single flaw anywhere. His hair was jet black and shined a very prominent gloss. You were honestly kind of embarrassed to be seen by him when you looked like such a mess. The man let out a chuckle.
âOh my.â he said, gently putting his hand over his mouth with vague concern. âI hope I didnât startle you too much. I probably shouldâve sent you an email notifying you of the time I was coming. Iâm sorry that mustâve been a troubling awakening.â
You quirked your eyebrow and took another step back, grabbing onto the doorknob so that you could slam it right in his face if things got too weird.
âAnd⌠you are?â
âOh my, oh my. Where are my manners? How careless of me to assume.â The man bowed with a curtsy. âI am the âMatchmakerâ. My job is to pair two people with their fated soulmate and give each of my clients their happily ever after. Itâs very nice to meet you, (Y/N) (L/N).â
You felt a chill crawl down your spine. Howâd this weirdo know your name?! You tried to close the door as fast as you could, but the âMatchmakerâ was even faster. He clicked his tongue at you, his smile unchanging, but his eyes seemed to harden his gentle tone.
âMy, how rude. Is that any way to treat a guest?â He let out another chuckle. âYouâll never find love that way.â
âH-How did you know my name?â you stuttered.
Again, another chuckle. What was so funny? âMy dear~. You gave it to me.â
What the hell was he talking about? How could you have given this creep your name? Was he a stalker? A junkie? Noticing the confusion on your face, the man spoke up again.
âOh my dear. Do you really not remember?â he asked, tilting his head in feign innocence. âYou filled out an ad to meet singles in your area. And here I am, coming to fulfill that ad.â
You eased up on the tension you had on the door and tilted your head in surprised confusion. âThat was a real ad?â
The man stood up tall and smiled earnestly again. âOf course. However, you are the first person to actually fill out that ad. Really, this is more of a celebration to both of us.â
Huh, so the pop-up ad was real.
Not a prank.
And now thereâs a psycho standing at your front door promising you a partner from an actual yandere.
âI honestly thought it was a prank. I mean⌠yanderes? Isnât that just an anime thing?â
âOh, I assure you my darling.â he said with a snide smirk. âYanderes are real. And when they heard about signing up, it was like tossing chicken in a sea of alligators. All clamoring to be the first person to take a bite.â
Okay, gross but kind of sweet.
âMay I come in?â
âHuh?â
âWell, my dear. It would be easier to come in and talk through the process of how this goes instead of standing here.â
âOh, um⌠Suuuree-â
âGreat! My my darling~. What a lovely home. Very well decorated.â The man quickly strided into your house and made himself comfortable in your living room, looking as if he was analyzing every detail about your house.
Richard Chase wouldâve loved your dumbass.
You shut the door and followed him into your own apartment and offered him a seat on your couch. Might as well, right? Youâve gone this far and you're still alive.
âUmmâŚâ you hesitantly shifted from one foot to another. âDo you⌠um⌠want some coffee maybe? Or tea? Maybe a glass of water? If you haven;t eaten breakfast yet, I whip you up something.â
Yeah, sure. Feed the man with only a title for a name and waltzed right into your house after showing up after you put in your personal information into a random pop-up ad at 3 a.m. promising you a happy life with hot single yanderes in your area. You are the pinnacle of human genius. The apex of natural selection. The creme de la creme of common sense. Charles Darwin would be so impressed.
âHow thoughtful. Just coffee would be fine. Thank you.â
After brewing a quick pot, you sat across from the man facing him heads on and gently slid him his steaming cup. After a while of taking little sips in weird silence, he spoke up again.
âBefore we continue, Iâd just like to say: Thank you so much for applying for this wonderful opportunity!! Not many people would click on an ad requiring doxxing information to meet their soulmates! Again, congrats on being our number one willing client!â
âWilling client?â you asked.
âWell, of course! For some reason, humans seem to really love the idea of a yandere until thereâs one standing on their front porch!â he laughed.
âHumans? Iâm sorry. Are you not human, MrâŚ?â
âAh ah! No need for formalities! Just âThe Matchmakerâ or simply âMatchmakerâ.
âOh, so⌠you donât have a true name? Or is that just a title?â
âOh darling~.â he sang sweetly. âThatâs none of anyoneâs fucking business, is it?â
Your eyes widened and let out a nervous chuckle. âOkay, got it! Just Matchmaker. Lovely name. Adore it. In fact, I love when strange mysterious men only give a title for a name.â What the hell does that even mean? You had no idea what you were saying anymore.
âHeh, smart cookie.â He winked. âShall we begin?â
âUm, yeah, so⌠how does this work exactly?â you finally asked.
âSimple, my dear darling. Think of this as an ordinary matchmaking appointment. I have a stack of potential soulmates all ready to meet you. I have the same information about them that I also have of you. Each potential soulmate also has a picture so if you donât really feel up to meeting face-to-face just yet you can look over the picture and see who captures your heart.â
âFace-to-face? So these guys have my picture too?â âOf course! And might I say, those pictures donât do you justice. In all my years in this business, Iâve never seen such an obsession and overload of potential soulmates for just one person.â
You lightly blushed. âI-I donât know about that⌠I barely got any sleep last night so I probably look like a zombie right nowâŚâ
âAu contraire, Darling. You look absolutely stunning. If I werenât such a professional I would burn all these forms and claim you as my one and only~.â
You felt your entire face flush red as the Matchmaker pierced your soul with his longing gaze. It felt like he was staring into your very essence â like he could read you like a book. You nervously cleared your throat and shifted your eyes away, hoping to bring down your blush.
âS-So! Um⌠should we get started?â you stuttered, internally kicking yourself for being so easily flustered by a couple of smooth words. Ted Bundy wouldâve had a field day with your dumbass.
âReady whenever you are, my dear.â The Matchmaker set his briefcase on your coffee table and pulled out a single form and slid it over towards you. âLetâs start off with an easy one.â
You looked at the form along with the picture of a very attractive man paperclipped to the paper. According to the form, his name is Hamazawa Akita. He was in his early 20âs, had a varying array of hobbies from hiking to scuba diving, and was very much in love with you.
âWell, what do you think?â
âHm, well, heâs very cute. And very active.â
âWould you like to meet him?â
âUm, sure⌠is there a number I could call orâŚ?â
âNo need! We can bring him in right now.â The Matchmaker snapped his fingers and you whipped your head towards the front door where Akita strolled in, all smiles. You looked back over the Matchmaker. âDid I not lock my door? Wait. More importantly, howâd he get here?!â
The Matchmaker smiled. âMy dear, when youâre in this business you pick up a few tricks.â He then turned his attention towards Akita who now stood in the middle of the living room. âNo. 1 would you like to introduce yourself?â
Akita stood tall and his eyes seemed to beam directly at you. âMy name is Hamazawa Akita. Ever since I saw your picture Iâve dreamed about sweeping you off your feet and claiming you all to myself!â
âSo, like 8 hours ago?â
âYes!! But those hours feel like years when being away from you.â
âHmm.â
âSo, what do you think? Are you feeling the butterflies?â
You looked up Akita up and down and your face twisted as if youâre deciding on whether or not to buy a car or a piece of clothing.
âUm, to be honest my guy. Iâm not feeling it.â
âHuh?â
âExcuse me, my darling?â
âWeeeelllllâŚ. I mean, donât get me wrong! Youâre very attractive and your words are sweet, but I donât think I believe any of it. Like, you just admitted to wanting me all to yourself only 8 hours ago, but I donât really feel anything. Not even a shiver.â
The Matchmaker and Akita both looked at each other like they werenât really expecting that. With a quick wave of his hand, Akita slumped his shoulders and headed towards your front door. You shouted out an apology as the dejected suitor walked out.
âWell, I didnât expect that. I donât normally get such competent clients. At least those that get past kicking and screaming.â The Matchmaker grinned. You shrugged.
âI guess I just know what I like. All the anime Iâve watched kind of gives you that high standard of what makes a yandere a real yandere, yâknow?â
He nodded. âI cannot agree more. Well, we have plenty more where that came from. Shall we continue?â
*****
Papers were strewn across your coffee table in an unorganized fashion as both you and your estranged guest were tired beyond belief. You had no idea how many hours had passed nor how many guests were in and out of your apartment. Youâre honestly surprised none of your neighbors complained or called the police. Your apartment wouldâve looked like a clown car if anyone had been watching from the outside. You honestly lost count after No. 256. You let out another yawn and laid on your side trying your best to keep your eyes open. Maybe 2 hours of sleep wasnât enough for the multiple interviews you had to conduct today. Maybe your 9th grade biology teacher was right. Maybe you are going to die alone. A weary sigh brought you from your thoughts.
âMy, my. You are definitely the most high standard client Iâve ever had. I didnât think weâd get to the triple digits in just one day.â
You also sighed and sat up in your seat. âI know. Iâm sorry. Itâs just⌠All these guys are cute and all, but theyâre all lacking something. Theyâre either too forceful or not forceful enough. Too wimpy or too strong. Or too obsessed or just incredibly so lovesick that I feel like theyâd fall in love with just about anyone whoâd be willing. Ugh, why canât this be simpler like adopting an animal?â You groaned. You also hadnât thought this would take this long. You didnât really think of yourself as having high standards until today. Until today, youâd be happy with anyone close to you in age and with a heartbeat. Who knew picking out a yandere soulmate would be so challenging. And who knew that thereâd be so many willing participants! The Matchmaker reached into his briefcase and pulled another stack of forms and slid them over to you. There must be at least over a hundred papers in front of you. How did he have so many?!
âHow about we switch things up, hm? Youâll look over the papers and when you see someone that catches your eye, Iâll bring him in.â He made it sound like you were adopting a dog or a cat. But if this made it go any faster, you were willing to try.
After about 3 more stacks of papers, you were starting to lose hope and patience. When you got to the last few papers, you stopped dead in your tracks. Woah baby!
âWoah baby!â you exclaimed.
âDid you find someone you like?â The Matchmaker asked hopefully.
âOh yeah. This guy.â You showed him the paper. He furrowed his brows a little.
âAre you sure? I donât think I remember this man. His name and face donât seem familiar.â
âReally? Maybe heâs a late entry or something?â
Matchmaker stroked his chin in thought. âIâll go check it out. Be right back, dear. Iâm very sorry for this inconvenience.â
You waved off his apology with a smile and he left your apartment. You then leaned back with a groan. You just wanted to find your âsoulmateâ or whatever and move on with this day. You closed your eyes for a second and waited patiently for Matchmaker to come back.
Tap tap tap
Just like deja vu, you were awoken by rapid knocking. Except this time it wasnât coming from your front door.
Tap tap tap tap
It sounds like itâs coming from⌠your window?
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
You quickly got up and walked towards your window and opened it.
âWoah!â You jumped back a little as you were met face to face with the man that you had picked out and that the Matchmaker went to go find.
âWow⌠heâs even cuter in person!!â
He let out a delicious chuckle and gave you a charming smile.
âI didnât mean to scare you, darling~. Hehe, though I think that fear in your eyes was worth it. So adorable~.â For the second time today, a complete weirdo stranger has made you blush. WaitâŚ
âWait! I donât have a balcony and Iâm on the third floor. Howâd you-?â You peeked over the window to see if he was pulling a Criss Angel.
âI have incredible grip strength~.â he winked.
âOooh Iâm sure~.â you swooned. For a weirdo, he was a smooth talking weirdo.
âOh, I got these for you, sweetheart~.â He pulled himself up and sat on your windowsill and pulled out a bouquet of roughly cut flowers from behind him. You gasped and grabbed them, giving them a smell.
âThese are my favorite!! How did you know? I donât think that was one of the pieces of info required for the Matchmaker.â you asked.
The stranger chuckled. âEasy. I never filled out that stupid application.â
You looked up from your flowers and titled your head like a confused puppy.
âI already know everything about you. I donât need a stupid piece of paper to tell me what I already know about you. Like, how I know that you have secret sweets hidden all throughout your room. Or that whenever you have a good day you love to sing Stray Kids.â
He inched closer to you as you backed up further into the room.
âYou wonât eat frozen pizza, but every so often you eat a lobster roll from a food truck from Gary on Main St.. You have life destroying evidence of your boss that youâre planning on using on your last day. Youâve seen the Barbie movie 5 times. AndâŚâ
You felt your legs hit the couch and tried to keep yourself from falling onto your back like a defenseless turtle.
âYour favorite anime is⌠Dar-â You quickly covered the strangerâs mouth with a furious blush.
âI only watch it ironically!! I donât love it! Itâs not my favorite!â you quickly clarified. The gravity of the situation was made perfectly clear after that. This man really knew all about you. Honestly, youâre so loud that youâre pretty sure that people on the ground outside could hear you singing. And you donât really pay attention to your surroundings so it's easy for someone to know that you eat from a food truck every other week at specific times. But, knowing your favorite secretly watched anime?
âW-Who⌠are you?â you stuttered. Youâre pretty sure you already knew the answer.
He laughed and you felt his lips brush against your fingers. You blushed and tried to pull back, only to be stopped by his hands.
âSweetie~. You already know who I am.â He grabbed the paper from the stack and put it next to his face. âSee? Iâm Yami Ai. Your soulmate.â
Before you could even process what was happening, you were gently pushed onto the couch with Yami hovering over you holding your hands beside your head. You couldnât stop the blush erupting from your neck to your face. Your heart was beating way too fast and your stomach felt jumpy and queasy. Butterflies.
You cleared your throat. âUm⌠so, if you didnât fill out a form then how come The Matchmaker had your profile and picture? And why didnât you use the front door?â
Yami smirked and leaned in closer. âItâs pretty simple to pull off when your apartment does security checks on new guests entering the building.â
âBut, my apartment doesnâtââ you stopped. âOoooh⌠So you impersonated a security guard, slipped your profile and info into his briefcase, and were planning on showing up as one of the potential singles? Thatâs⌠convoluted. But, smart.â You shrugged. âAnd since you obviously knew which floor I was on and which window was mine, I assume youâve been watching me for a while and were watching me last night when I couldnât sleep?â
Yami laughed again. âYou are so smart~. You really catch on quickly, donât you?â
You shrugged again with a nervous smile. âW-Well, obviously not smart enough to not put in my personal info and have strange men come in and out of my apartment.â
Yami was quick to turn his gentle smile into a hard, harsh frown. His grip on your wrists grew tighter and you winced under the force he placed in you.
âYou know, my darling. Itâs partially my fault. If I hadnât backed out and taken you that night, youâd never be in this situation. With those men eyeing you up and down like you were theirs. Having that smiling freak calling you âdearâ and âdarlingâ when only I can call you that. I was planning on getting rid of the competition, but you did that for me.â
Yami loosened his grip and lifted you up, staring into your eyes. You blushed again.
âRejection after rejection. Some guys didnât even get 2 words out before you turned away. Of course my darling would only want the most perfect man. Isnât that right, darling~?â
âHehehe~â you leaned in with a giggle. âYouâre so sweet~.â
You are such a baby for flattery.
*****
âMy dear darling, Iâm so very sorry for the inconvenience. I didnât mean to be gone for so long, but I could not find this person youââ Matchmaker explained, rushing in and stopping dead in his tracks when he saw both you and Yami, the man who left 30 minutes ago to go find, eating breakfast in the living room.
Sitting in his lap.
And feeding each other.
âOh! Matchmaker!â you exclaimed, quickly swallowing your food. You didnât notice Yami tightening his grip on your waist nor did you notice the cold glare and tense atmosphere enveloping the room. âLook who I found~.â
âI seeâŚâ he said hesitantly.
âHe climbed up the building and came in through the window.â
âMy~. How romantic~.â he sang. âSo, I take it that you are satisfied with your soulmate? Or⌠do you wish to continue searching?â he asked teasingly. Before Yami could say anything, you quickly spoke again.
âYep! Iâm sure.â You ruffled Yamiâs hair and nuzzled up against him. âI wouldnât trade him for anyone else.â Yami hugged you closer to his chest as you giggled. âPlus, he makes the most amazing breakfast in the world, so extra points!â you cheered. You reached out towards the Matchmakerâs briefcase.
âHere you go! I put all the papers back in for you.â
Matchmaker quickly walked over and grabbed his briefcase along with your hand. âWell, my dear. Itâs been an honor. You are truly the most remarkable and memorable client I have ever had.â he said with a bow and made his way towards the door. However, before leaving he chuckled and looked back at the both of you. âAlthough, itâs a shame,â he sighed. âMaybe if I had stayed, I wouldâve snatched you up myself.â
And with a final loud laugh, The Matchmaker disappeared, but not before Yami stood up to lounge and attack the fleeting man like a guard dog. You snorted and caressed his face to calm him down. âRelax, Yami. Heâs just joking.â
âWell, I hated his joke. Fuckinâ freakâŚâ he grumbled. âAnd itâs Ai. Youâre mine now. You should get used to calling each other by our first names.â
You smiled and leaned against him. âOkay, Ai. Whatever you say.â
âAnd if a man comes to the door, never EVER answer it, got it!â
âMhm.â
âIâm serious, darling. Iâll gouge their eyes out right in front of you.â
âYes sir.â
The rest of your life was going to be very interesting. Suck it, Ms. Braxton. I guess youâre the one dying alone. Because you have a yandere boyfriend! And she has gonorrhea. Bitch.
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a/n: this is so shit. i'm so sorry that i've been MIA for a while. work has been pretty crazy and i haven't really felt much motivated to write. however, i'm trying to get back into it now. with this goofy shit. kind of a joke piece, but i needed to write something silly and not serious at all to relax. (also i've been writing since 4 a.m., so...) anyways, i'm going to try and update regulary or at least post something.
Here's my YouTube. I make anime playlists.
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Little do You Know | OT7 | Nineteen

Pair: Bangtan (ot7) x f!readerÂ
Summary: In a world where idols and actors canât date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.Â
Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au.Â
Chapter warnings: Itâs AMAs day!Â
WC: 2.1k
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Since the hotel was pretty busy, the boys avoided having breakfast in the restaurant, opting for room service instead. Yesterday you had it in Seokjinâs room, and today everyone gathered in the maknaeâs room to eat together. Well, everyone but Yoongi. So when he texted you asking you to come over, you jumped up from the bed with any meaningless excuse that no one believed anyway and went to knock on his door.
âItâs open, come in.â he called from inside the room.Â
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